Category: The Way of The Bachelor

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My Easter egg hunt… of sorts.

I can’t wait to tell you all about this Easter egg hunt thingy. I mean – yes, Easter is already over, so technically I could – and did – wait to tell you all about it. It’s just an expression. Most of you don’t need an introduction to what an Easter...

Breaking the mould

Little Crip was running for his life. He zigged for a bit as he scurried across the floor. Suddenly, without warning, he zagged. It was enough to thwart the giant chasing after him and his brethren. He knew that his comrades were being massacred behind him. The giant was without...

Drill Seeker

You don’t need to have watched old Home Improvement reruns to know the deep connection that men seem to have for tools. Sociologists and anthropologists attribute this to the male need to build, to create. They maintain that men see themselves as builders, creators, and productive do-it-yourself fix-it guys. The fact that most...

When shit got real

I’m a very rational person. I don’t even deal with irrational numbers like pi, lest they come and destroy my perfectly rational world. They’re a slippery slope to irrational beliefs. As a true rationalist, I brush away unfounded conspiracy theories every chance I get. Ghosts? Hogwash. Psychics? Frauds. Area 51?...

Scoop – Clean Sweep

Hold the presses. No, wait. Is it ‘hold the presses‘, or ‘stop the presses‘? ‘Hold‘ soulds cooler, but I’m wondering if it isn’t a bit ambiguous. But then again, I don’t suppose many people would read that and go grab a hold of the machines. That would be stupid. But...

Mession Impossible

For a long time, I was living under the delusion that I was , if not a neatness freak, at least intolerant of living in dumpsters. But looking at the mess I leave behind in every room I could lay my hands on, I have to face the ugly truth…...

Movers and Rakers

I’m moving. Yes, moving… shifting house… migrating… changing horses … jumping ship… altering my housing supplier. Some of you may be thinking of jumping up and down in joyous exuberance, while others might be crying deep within. While I protest more vehemently towards the first group, BOTH reactions are quite...

Junkyard woes

The lighting was artificial, far from sufficient to navigate the terrain confidently. But he was thanful for whatever illumination it provided. The very thought of walking on the uncertain terrain in the dark brought a shudder to his spine. It was hard enough as it was. His eyes darted across...

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